While staring at the ceiling
I was overwhelmed by the feeling
I am certain that I am alone.
And I thought about how vast this universe must be
And why there's so much suffering in this world.
And the only thing I have is a pen and this broken voice
To scream into the nothing of this night.
And I asked myself the question: do you ever think that you'll be saved?
And I, I answered back:
"No. Who the f*** do you think is going to save you now?
When you can't love anything, especially yourself..."
Then suddenly an indifference to this world
And everything took over me.
Because I thought that this would change over time
But as usual I was wrong.
Maybe this is why I can't breathe at night.
And maybe this is why people cry:
Because we're all a vast mistake that universe made when it unwillingly entered life.
And if by chance you're one of the lucky ones, save yourself.
Because the rest of us are doomed to a life of solitude.
There is nothing left in this world for me.
I was overwhelmed by the feeling
I am certain that I am alone.
And I thought about how vast this universe must be
And why there's so much suffering in this world.
And the only thing I have is a pen and this broken voice
To scream into the nothing of this night.
And I asked myself the question: do you ever think that you'll be saved?
And I, I answered back:
"No. Who the f*** do you think is going to save you now?
When you can't love anything, especially yourself..."
Then suddenly an indifference to this world
And everything took over me.
Because I thought that this would change over time
But as usual I was wrong.
Maybe this is why I can't breathe at night.
And maybe this is why people cry:
Because we're all a vast mistake that universe made when it unwillingly entered life.
And if by chance you're one of the lucky ones, save yourself.
Because the rest of us are doomed to a life of solitude.
There is nothing left in this world for me.